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May Prompt Response
Mummified Breastfeeding In the Park
Told from Squiggly Squirrel's viewpoint
I had the perfect view from my perch on the upturned barrel. The whole park unfolded like a chaotic spoof stage play.
The woman on the bench was wrapped up like a mummy — looked as if she’d been bandaged by an overzealous junior nurse. And cradled against her bosom was a tiny mummified baby (maybe they were hoping to start a fashion), suckling the only exposed bit of the mommy-mummy — her breast.
Now, I’d seen plenty of things in my time, but breastfeeding in public? Well, people are usually so damnedly private! The wolfman was not keen. To be honest, I don’t know why it bothered him, as he had far greater things to worry about. Such as an ugly, fur face and the posture of someone who couldn’t decide whether he was about to howl at the moon or ask for directions. He was pointing at the mummy-mom with a clawed finger, gesturing wildly to a policeman, or rather, Frankenstein in a uniform.
I actually think the cop was enjoying the breastfeeding escapade. He was smiling and shrugging his shoulders as if he witnessed such things every day.
“See? Look?” the wolfman growled, “She’s breastfeeding in public. In front of you, me and that squirrel over there.”
